Intro
Ah, my head is so fucking empty
Ah, the beats coming in
Ah, don’t choke man come on
This is everything you worked for Nick, don’t be a bitch
(I can’t think!)
Don’t be a pussy, come on Nick, come on, come on
(I can’t eat, I can’t sleep)
Don’t choke, don’t fucking choke
(AAAaaah!)
This is all you got, this is all you work for, this is it!
(Ah, the beats coming in man, don’t choke, fucking don’t choke, don’t choke)
This is what you do, come on, come on Nick, come on, come on, come on
(Let’s go!)
Verse 1
I'm out of ideas for once
I'm losing my voice
Even though my head is dead
I'll keep my poise
You can resurrect a flower with water
I got wet word choice, it's moist
Now I'm back let's rejoice
I gotta keep this joint rolling like a Royce
I sit in silent rooms and make noise
Sentences are a grown man's toys
Now step the fuck back
Before I destroy
Everything in my path with the wrath of my craft
I snapped out the Schnapps
Now I jab with my cap
I'm the cream of the crop like the top of your frappe
I bridge any gap with my sticky flow of sap
I see sleep as a trap
It takes my ideas away
That why I haven't slept in three days
I pass thoughts on like a baton at a relay
Running laps on the track that they play on
Play past when I'm long dead and gone
But for now I'll just power though life with sheer brawn
Can't cut me down like the front lawn
And if you find a way to a manage to I'll grow back, I respawn
And I'll respond with the pond of your blood
Build a moat with the mud
So it doesn't stain and flood
My brain with your crud
Chorus
This is the burden of my intellect
(I won't quit until I lay wordless)
I got food for thought by the surplus
(I won't quit until I lay wordless)
Is it worth it to aim for perfect?
(I won't quit until I lay wordless)
What I interpret is barely the surface
(I said I won't quit until I lay wordless)
What I interpret is barely the surface
I said what I interpret is barely the surface
I won’t quit until I lay wordless
Verse 2
I tend to shut
Myself in
I'm introverted
I draw the curtains
Then I flirt with my purpose
Of my service to the serpents
When I die is uncertain
But till then I got verses on verses on verses on verses!
I'm sparking the circuit and
Churning the furnace
I make a poker face nervous
I can change your epidermis
I turnip the beet
Then I turn up the beat
I just made a rhyme about vegetables
I can stomach the indigestible
My spit is acidic chemicals
Eroding the skepticals
I got a midsection that's seminal
Erecting your genitals
And I can fuck you up without being sexual
So I focus my retinal though the spectacle
I speak because my handwriting's illegible
My vocabulary's flexible
My rhyming’s dependable
Way past exceptional
I'm amendable
But can remain bendable
Like an octopus and it's tentacles
My airflow is uncompressible
I sit on a pedestal with the uncontestable gods
Multi dimensional thoughts
Did I mention my plot?
I sit on a pedestal with the uncontestable gods
Multi dimensional thoughts
Did I mention my plot?
Chorus
This is the burden of my intellect
(I won't quit until I lay wordless)
I got food for thought by the surplus
(I won't quit until I lay wordless)
Is it worth it to aim for perfect?
(I won't quit until I lay wordless)
What I interpret is barely the surface
(I won't quit until I lay wordless)
